"Oh good," Poe said, unable to stop a weary sort of sarcasm mumbling from his lips. "I wasn't really worried about that before--"
And he wasn't really worried about it now.
He just remembered how fucking stupid he could be, at seventeen. Brendan was older at 17 than Poe had been at 25, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable of some really, really stupid decisions.
He should push him off. Laugh it off. Ruffle his hair.
Not slide a hand onto Brendan's hips and pull him closer into his lap, or grasp another hand around the back of his neck, fingers slipping through a mess of curls. Not let his lips part, inviting Brendan's tongue, a low groan rumbling at the back of his throat.
He definitely shouldn't be feeling the way his blood is quickening, his body responding despite whatever conflicted feelings his mind through at him.
But in the end, there was only one real answer, and when he stole a breath, he gave it.
"... Anything you need, Brendan." He leaned in to take another kiss, murmuring against his lips. "I've got you."
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And he wasn't really worried about it now.
He just remembered how fucking stupid he could be, at seventeen. Brendan was older at 17 than Poe had been at 25, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable of some really, really stupid decisions.
He should push him off. Laugh it off. Ruffle his hair.
Not slide a hand onto Brendan's hips and pull him closer into his lap, or grasp another hand around the back of his neck, fingers slipping through a mess of curls. Not let his lips part, inviting Brendan's tongue, a low groan rumbling at the back of his throat.
He definitely shouldn't be feeling the way his blood is quickening, his body responding despite whatever conflicted feelings his mind through at him.
But in the end, there was only one real answer, and when he stole a breath, he gave it.
"... Anything you need, Brendan." He leaned in to take another kiss, murmuring against his lips. "I've got you."